Bloody Fingernails
Bloody fingernails
By my own distress
Carve at your brand-new door
Since you’ve removed yourself from ours
You forgot something
Here, dry yourself off
You look wet from the sadness
I’m actually listening
But I just don’t care
You’re a liar, a thief
And I’m glad you don’t live here
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